Graham:
[on the phone]
Mom, I can't talk to you right now, okay? I'm having sex with a white woman.
[hangs up, and Ria gets out of bed]
Graham:
OK, where were we?
Ria:
I was white, and you were about to jerk off in the shower.
Graham:
Oh, shit. Come on. I would have said you were Mexican, but I don't think it would have pissed her off as much.
Ria:
Why do you keep everybody a certain distance, huh? What, you start to feel something and panic?
Graham:
Come on, Maria. You're just pissed 'cause I answered the phone.
Ria:
That's just where I begin to get pissed. I mean, really, what kind of man speaks to his mother that way, huh?
Graham:
Oh, this is about my mother. What do you know about my mother?
Ria:
If I was your father, I'd kick your fucking ass.
Graham:
OK, I was raised badly. Why don't you take your clothes off, get back into bed, and teach me a lesson?
Ria:
You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson. How 'bout a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. Neither one of those is Mexico.
Graham:
Ah. Well then I guess the big mystery is, who gathered all those remarkably different cultures together and taught them all how to park their cars on their lawns?
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